14. desember 2008

Exiles

Down the street from the hotellSame old streets that we know so wellA few high-rises line the walls of urban hellThe kids are kivking through the snow

Where the exiles goWhere the exiles go

Come via Stockholm on a trainDon’t wanna make that trip againGlad to be out here in the sleet and rainNorwegian men I love them so

Where the exiles goWhere the exiles go

Making movies for the manGetting to work in the back of a vanGetting heavy in a haze of crystal meth.Hey no one’s ever gonna know

Where the exiles goWhere the exiles go

A lot of people come through hereA lot has changed over the yearsThe kids are getting really young nowThat come to run the golden wheelsAnd you will never ever know just how it feelsThis kind of human sacrificeTo be invisible to everybody’s eyesAnd to Mister politician on the radioAnd to Mister charming richman in the TV showDo you know?

Where the exiles goWhere the exiles go

And when the driving snowIs driving everyone homeThen all the exiles must goGo walking on their ownThey never stop and talkAnd they never slow downAlone and mindless flightLike so many animals mightBe running for their livesThey too are running nowWhatever made them runIs never far behindIs there something out thereThey just have to find?Or can they just never run enough?And you see it when you see them pass you byAnd you see it when you look into their eyeThat only exiles knowWhere all the exiles goThat only exiles knowWhere all the exiles go